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A 17th century Swedish silver tankard and cover maker's mark indistinct, Stockholm 1695 - Cylindrical form, on triple pomegranate feet and with similar thumbpiece
An Imposing 17th Century German Tankard Augsburg, 1660 Goldsmith mark of Johannes Kilian
This magnificent tankard resting on a foot with cast and applied geometric designs and rosettes together with acanthus leaves. The main body embossed and chased with the most fantastic Baroque triumphant Bacchic scene. The imposing handle formed as Bacchus. Johannes Kilian was a Protestant silversmith. He was born and baptized 1623 and became a master goldsmith before 1666.
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based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …
July 8
1851 – Sir Arthur Evans (d.1941) was a British archaeologist most famous for unearthing the palace of Knossos on the Greek island of Crete and for developing the concept of Minoan civilization from the structures and artifacts found there and elsewhere throughout eastern Mediterranean. Evans was the first to define Cretan scripts Linear A and Linear B, as well as an earlier pictographic writing.
Along with Heinrich Schliemann, Evans was a pioneer in the study of Aegean civilization in the Bronze Age. The two men knew of each other and Evans visited Schliemann's sites. Schliemann had planned to excavate at Knossos, but died before fulfilling that dream. Evans bought the site and stepped in to take charge of the project that was then still in its infancy. He continued Schliemann's concept of Mycenaean civilization but soon found that he needed to distinguish it from his own concept - the Minoan.
Outwardly a loving family man, Evans may have a hidden side. The father of modern archeology, who helped to shape and perpetuate the myth of the Minotaur, one of the ancient world's most enduring legends, was allegedly a closet homosexual. Later in life Evans was convicted of "gross indecency," a term usually applied to homosexual activity, usually sodomy. "People with closet tendencies, things to hide, would often go abroad to satisfy themselves. It gave them their energy," says Sandy MacGallivray in his book Minotaur: Sir Arthur Evans and the Archeology of the Minoan Myth.
1864 – Fred Holland Day, American photographer and publisher, born (d.1933). He was considered by many to be the first in the U.S.A. to advocate that photography should be considered a fine art. Day's life and works had long been controversial, since his photographic subjects were often nude male youths. Pam Roberts in F. Holland Day writes: "Day never married and his sexual orientation, whilst it is widely assumed that he was homosexual, because of his interests, his photographic subject matter, his general flamboyant demeanor, was, like much else about him, a very private matter."
At the turn of the century, his influence and reputation as a photographer rivaled that of Alfred Stieglitz, who later eclipsed him. The high point of Day's photographic career was probably his organization of an exhibition of photographs at the Royal Photographic Society in 1900. He was a major patron of Aubrey Beardsley.
Now that the attitudes toward homosexuality have changed so radically, since the 1990s Day's works have been included in major exhibitions by museum curators, notably in the solo Day retrospective at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts in 2000/2001 and similar shows at the the Royal Photographic Society in England and the Fuller Museum of Art. Art historians are once again taking an interest in Day, and there are now significant academic texts on Day's homoerotic portraiture, and its similarities to the work of Walter Pater and Thomas Eakins.
1902 – Wolfgang Frommel, born in Karlsruhe, Germany, (d.1986) was a German writer who helped many Jewish youth escape tha Nazis, but was also the center of a pederastic scandal.
Wolfgang Frommel was the son of the theologian Otto Frommel and the older brother of the composer Gerhard Frommel. He attended schools in Heidelberg. From 1922 he studied German , theology and pedagogy at the Ruprecht-Karls-Universität Heidelberg. The friendship with his homosexual fellow student Percy Gothein was a turning point in Frommel's life.
While he continued his studies in Berlin , he dealt intensively with the spiritual world and gathered a group of like-minded people around him. During this time, around 1924, he also met thirteen-year-old Billy Hildesheimer, who later called himself William Hilsley. A lifelong friendship developed between Hilsley and Frommel.
In 1930 Frommel founded, together with Edwin Maria Landau and Percy Gothein, the publishing house Die Runde , in which Frommel's work The Third Humanism, which was highly regarded at the time, appeared in 1932 under the pseudonym Lothar Helbing (after his mother's maiden name).
In July 1933 Walther Beumelburg, the new director of the Südwestdeutscher Rundfunk, brought him to Frankfurt and made him head of the word department. In the autumn of 1933 Frommel was able to start his own midnight program, which he continued with the Reichssender Berlin . In the series Vom Schicksal des Deutschen Geistes he invited one guest each week “The Best of the Nation”, including Jewish authors under pseudonyms, who thus had the opportunity to skilfully bypass the official censorship while making comments critical of the system.
Another fateful encounter occurred during Frommel's time in Frankfurt. In August 1933 he met fourteen-year-old Adolf Friedrich Wongtschowski, who later called himself Friedrich W. Buri. In 1937 he helped him to flee to the Netherlands and there - together with William Hilsley - to get a job at the Quaker School Eerde.
In the summer of 1935, the circle around Wolfgang Frommel met for the last time. In a remote country house, the group read and discussed Dante's Divine Comedy daily . The "group" now dissolved and some of the members emigrated in 1936. Frommel followed in 1937. He first went to Basel, where he was accepted by the publisher Benno Schwabe.
From there he made his way to the Netherlands in 1939. With the help of Dutch friends he received a residence permit. Soon after his arrival in the Netherlands, Frommel was a regular guest at the Quaker School in Eerde, where he gave lectures on literary subjects and became the “master” to the young people who Hilsley and Buri had gathered around them.
After the occupation of the Netherlands by the German Wehrmacht and the decision of the Quakers to banish the Jewish children from Eerde Castle to an adjoining building, Frommel and Wolfgang Cordan tried to win the school management over into helping the Jewish children to hide. When the school management opposed this plan and even threatened to report to the Gestapo , Frommel decided to act and help the students who were close to them to escape, while others went into hiding. , Frommel and Cordan decided to act on their own and help the students who were close to them to escape. Claus Victor Bock, went into hiding. Bock lived, like his former teacher Buri, from 1942 in hiding in Amsterdam's Herengracht 401, which became known as Castrum Peregrini.
This hiding place was thanks to Frommel's acquaintance with the painter Gisèle van Waterschoot van der Gracht , whom Frommel met in 1941 in Bergen.. In July 1942 he moved into the painter's Amsterdam apartment at Herengracht 401, which then became a hiding place for some of the young people who had gone into hiding. The place was a haven for those who had fled from the Quaker School in Eerde who had not found shelter elsewhere. They all survived the German occupation.
After the end of the Second World War , Wolfgang Frommel stayed in the Netherlands and published under pseudonyms such as CP de Fournière , FW L'Ormeau and Karl Wyser . He kept the apartment in Amsterdam until his death. In 1951 he and Gisèle van Waterschoot van der Gracht founded the literary magazine Castrum Peregrini , named after the last fortress of the Crusaders in the Holy Land , the Château Pèlerin, located around 20 km from the city of Haifa and considered impregnable at the time. "Castrum Peregrini" was also the code name of the group around Frommel, which he had hidden and thus saved during the German occupation. In 1973 he was honored by the State of Israel for his rescue of persecuted Jews.
It was an open secret that there had been erotic-sexual contacts in Wolfgang Frommel's environment. Even before the Second World War, rumors of homosexual contacts were circulating at the Quaker School in Eerde, the focus of which was on Frommel's frequent visits to the school and his closest friends, William Hilsley and Friedrich W. Buri, who taught there. The school management considered it and declared this to be a question of individual sexual preference. Claus Victor Bock reported from the same time about his first erotic-sexual encounter with Frommel in the apartment of a teacher couple who taught in Eerde.
In 2013, Joke Haverkorn's book distant memories to W was published. In it, she described how Frommel's system worked, how sexual abuse was part of everyday life under the guise of pedagogical eros, in which mostly older men made young men or boys "companions" and believed they were in harmony with them. It was deliberate that Haverkorn used the term "friends" for these companions and consistently put it in quotation marks, because in Frommel's world there was always a sexual component that deviated from everyday meaning when talking about friends. This led to a sexual scandal around Frommel and the schools he was associated with in Germany and the Netherlands.
1933 – Peter Orlovsky, poet (d.2010), was Allen Ginsberg's soulmate. Orlovsky met Ginsberg while working as a model for the painter Robert La Vigne in San Francisco in December 1954.
Prior to meeting Ginsberg, Orlovsky had made no deliberate attempts at becoming a poet. It was Ginsberg who encouraged Orlovsky to write poetry. With Ginsberg's encouragement, he began writing in 1957 while the pair were living in Paris. Though he published only a few slim volumes, his voice was singular, and his early work was admired by William Carlos Williams and Gregory Corso. It had outsider-ish originality (the spelling and phrasing were eccentric), a blunt, innocent earthiness, especially about bodily functions.
Accompanied by other beat writers, Orlovsky traveled extensively for several years throughout the Middle East, Northern Africa, India, and Europe.
Ginsberg and Orlovsky wrote and spoke openly about their relationship, which they deemed a marriage. Because of Ginsberg's prominence, the two men were social pioneers, the first gay married couple that many people had ever heard of. He and Ginsberg lived together on the Lower East Side of Manhattan and on a farm in Cherry Valley in Upstate New York, for a time.
In 1974, Orlovsky joined the faculty of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at the Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado, teaching poetry. In 1979 he received a $10,000 grant from the National Endowment for the Arts to continue his creative endeavors. He died of lung cancer in 2010.
1951 – Jacques de Bascher or Jacques "Bascher de Beaumarchais", born in Saigon (French Indochina) and died September 3, 1989 at Garches Hospital, was a Parisian dandy, member of the French Jet set and Karl Lagerfeld's companion from 1971 until his death, as well as Yves Saint Laurent's lover in 1973.
Jacques de Bascher was the member of de Bascher family, the son of Antony de Bascher, governor of the province of Cholon in Vietnam and an executive of Shell's insurance department on his return to France in 1955. He spent his childhood in a bourgeois Catholic family, between an apartment in Neuilly-sur-Seine on boulevard Commandant-Charcot, which overlooks the Bois de Boulogne and the castle Berrière near Nantes. He studied at the small high school Pasteur, then high school Janson de Sailly, and finally high school Charlemagne. He seduced one of his high school teachers, realising his beauty and physical demeanor.
At the age of twenty, he did military service in the French Navy. He started his service on the ship Orage, which was sailing to Martinique and Papeete. He became some sort of reporter, writing a ship's newsletter and airing music and interviews on the ship's radio. He served a month's imprisonment at the Arue camp in Tahiti for provocative behavior and misbehaving with his mates. After just nine months in the navy, he was sent back to France. During this service, he befriended a lot of people, including Philippe Heurtault, who became his photographer in later years.
When he returned to Paris, he attended the Panthéon-Assas University for a few months and became a steward for Air France in 1972, but it was high society clubs that attracted him.Jacques de Bascher first met Karl Lagerfeld at the Nuage at the age of twenty-one. A few months later, after Jacques de Bascher resigned from Air France, they began living together until 1989. Lagerfeld claimed their relationship was platonic and non-physical. Lagerfeld told French journalist Marie Ottavi: I infinitely loved that boy but I had no physical contact with him...Of course, I was seduced by his physical charm...
Karl Lagerfeld appreciated Bascher's vast literary culture and impertinence, his aristocratic appearance and his manner of dressing. They usually spend their time in gay nightclubs, like "Le 7".
In 1973, Yves Saint Laurent, at the time still companion of Pierre Bergé, fell in love with Jacques de Bascher. While Lagerfeld pretended he didn't notice, Yves Saint Laurent and Jacques de Bascher had an unbalanced and destructive relationship. Bergé threatened Bascher, who put an end to this affair.
During these years, Jacques de Bascher, who did not work and was maintained by Karl Lagerfeld fell into risky sexual practices, and eventually drugs and alcohol put him into a paranoid state. Sex was a huge part of de Bascher's life. He had relationships with both men and women. He was known for organizing of orgies and an infamous BDSM party, named "Black Moratorium", which was funded by Lagerfeld.
Jacques de Bascher discovered that he was HIV positive in 1984. At the end of his life, he cut himself off almost from everyone, unable to bear the physical decline. He died of AIDS at Raymond Poincaré University Hospital in 1989, watched over by Karl Lagerfeld, who had an extra bed installed at his bedside. The following year Karl Lagerfeld bought a house near Hamburg, which he named Villa Jako in Jacques de Bascher's memory. In 1998, Lagerfeld launched a fragrance called Jako. The intimate, family-only funeral mass took place in the chapel of the Père-Lachaise cemetery; a second mass was celebrated in the chapel of Mée-sur-Seine, where Karl Lagerfeld owned property, in the presence of Jacques de Bascher's mother and friends.
1952 – Sign language interpreter Alan Champion was born on this date (d.2011). Champion moved to New York City with the dream of performing on stage and ended up with a very different kind of role. "A very satisfying one," he said.
Born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Champion communicated with his deaf parents as a toddler using sign language. Family members told him that he first lifted his hands to try to sign when he was two years old. Raised Southern Baptist he developed his voice as a singer in his church choir. He enrolled in Oral Roberts University but left without graduating because, he said, as a gay man he did not feel comfortable at a Christian school. He worked as an interpreter at community colleges and theater companies in Tulsa and St. Louis before heading to New York in 1980. A month after arriving he received a letter from the Theater Development Fund announcing auditions for interpreters for Broadway shows.
He was selected to sign interpret for The Elephant Man. An interpreter on the panel that selected him said he stood out for his calm but intense work when others could become distracted or flustered by the noise or energy of the performances only a few feet away.
As much at ease interpreting The Elephant Man and `night Mother as he was with musicals like A Chorus Line and Les Miserables, Mr. Champion continued signing on Broadway through two rounds of chemotherapy after he was diagnosed with cancer in 2009. Deaf and hard-of-hearing Broadway patrons considered Alan Champion a star in his own right, their own shining light on Broadway. He died of appendix cancer in April 2011
Below, some fellow signers react to a mistaken Facebook report that Alan had died, bracketting a performance of "Not Dead Yet" from the Broadway production of Monty Python's Spamalot.
Not Dead Yet on YouTube
1968 – Born in New York, Thom Fitzgerald, filmmaker, performer, artist, screenwriter and director, grew up in New York City. He studied at the Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art and graduated with a BFA in performance and film. Thom had spent one term as an exchange student at the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, moved to Nova Scotia in 1988.
His debut feature, The Hanging Garden, was released to immediate and widespread acclaim. It was voted most popular film at the Toronto International Film Festival, the Atlantic Film Festival, the Vancouver International Film Festival and the Mar del Plata Film Festival in Argentina. In addition, the film won four 1997 Genie Awards from the Academy of Canadian Cinema and Television. Thom was also given the prestigious Claude Jutra Award which is given for Best Direction of a First Feature.
His next film, Beefcake was about muscle men's magazines of the 1950s and how they were primarily being purchased by gay men. Unfortunately, the docudrama didn't do nearly as well as his first film. Fitzgerald made his television directing debut with the TV movie Wolf Girl, starring Tim Curry and Leslie Ann Warren.
While filming in Romania, he was inspired by the cull of 200,000 stray dogs in Bucharest to write his next screenplay, The Wild Dogs. Fitzgerald not only directed, but took a role in the film, which starred Rachel Blanchard. The movie won Best Canadian Feature at the Atlantic Film Festival, as well as a Best Direction award for Fitzgerald.
Fitzgerald returned to his home city, New York, to shoot The Event (2003), about Manhattan's large and varied gay population. Starring Parker Posey and Olympia Dukakis, the film won a Reader Jury award at the Berlin International Film Festival. He worked again with Dukakis in Three Needles, which deals with the topic of AIDS.
1991 – Died: Gordon Stewart Anderson (b.1958), Canadian writer, whose novel The Toronto You Are Leaving was published by his mother 15 years after his death.
Anderson was born in Hamilton, raised in Sault Ste. Marie and lived for many years in Toronto. He graduated from the University of Waterloo and the University of Western Ontario. A gay man, Anderson died of AIDS-related causes.
Three years after his death, his mother Marlene Lloyd discovered that a small publishing house had an unpublished manuscript for The Toronto You Are Leaving, a novel Anderson had written about life in Toronto's gay community in the late 1970s. She submitted the manuscript to several other publishers without success, and eventually edited and self-published the novel herself in 2006. The novel garnered a strong review in The Globe and Mail, as well as significant attention in Canada's gay press.
Marlene Lloyd had also previously published a book of her own, Not a Total Waste: The True Story of a Mother, Her Son and AIDS, about Anderson's death.

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saga2: Soumission & Domination 254
Reprise 2013 PH reprend la danse
Les cours reprennent. Mes collègues flashent sur ma nouvelle montre et la bague qui orne mon annulaire. Je les sens brulants de me demander comment je l'ai eu, mais ils se retiennent, me sachant discret sur la provenance de mes " richesses ".
Quand je passe chercher PH le soir même, il me dit avoir été l'objet des mêmes remarques et attentions. Ses collègues nous bousculent un peu alors que nous nous roulons un patin sur les marches de sa fac. Certains, nous chambrent gentiment, nous demandant quand nous allions nous marier. C'est dans l'air du temps !
Nous retrouvons avec plaisir le Blockhaus et notre intimité. Seuls tous les deux, nous apprécions le retour au calme de la maison. Cette nuit là, nous faisons l'amour avec la tendresse qui nous submerge dès que nous sommes tous les deux seuls. Quand nous sommes trois ou cinq, avec Marc et/ou Ernesto et Hervé, c'est pas pareil. Avec Marc, il y a le souvenir qu'il a été mon premier mec et que c'est lui qui m'a poussé à assumer mes choix, plus son coté dominant, ça écarte souvent mes rares élans/ besoins de tendresse. Et avec Ernesto et Hervé, surtout quand ils sont ensemble, c'est sacrément sexuel !
Enfin ! Le temps file à une vitesse folle. Ma société marche bien et le volet service aux femmes seules commence à se développer. Heureusement que mes p'tits gars savent y faire aussi avec le sexe féminin ! La cliente de l'aéroport m'a apporté une demi-douzaine de ses amies. Du coup, mes Escorts ont des plannings bien chargés et des comptes en banques qui se remplissent. Ils doivent gérer leurs emplois du temps au plus juste et même Victor doit assurer plus que ses seuls contrats d'Escort-traducteurs. Ça me permet aussi de tester le petit dernier, François, sur des plans " meuf ", uniquement. Il s'y entend bien lui aussi.
Je maintiens quand même, le mardi soir au blockhaus, la soirée sport. Ils sont d'ailleurs tous présents ces soirs là. Jona nous coach dans la partie entrainement au close combat et après nous nous dispersons sur les appareils de muscu et la piscine pour la nage à contre courant. Même si nous sommes tous légèrement vêtus, shortys, boxers ou jocks, la fatigue physique freine nos excitations sexuelles et les bandaisons disparaissent vite !
Si pour certains, nous visons juste un bon tonic musculaire (Maxou) les autres cherchent à obtenir une silhouette bien faite avec des volumes intéressants à regarder.
Dernièrement, pour leur faire plaisir et parce qu'ils insistaient, PH et moi nous les avons accompagnés en boite. Notre arrivée a été remarquée ! 9 jeunes beaux mecs bien foutus et habillés sex qui passent ensemble l'entrée, c'est pas si courant. Je me suis aperçu que ma " petite bande " était quand même assez connue !! Le temps de traverser la piste et des consommations nous attendaient sur le bar, offertes par des clients, dixit les barmen. Je prévenais mes Escorts qu'on était là pour s'amuser mais de faire quand même attention. Tous m'ont gentiment dis qu'ils savaient faire attention à eux en ajoutant un " bien papa " vexant. Mouché, je les ai laissé se faire draguer. Ce n'est pas les plus moches ni les plus vieux qui cherchaient à s'accrocher à mes p'tits jeunes. J'ai pu remarquer aussi qu'ils ne se laissaient pas faire et savaient garder leurs distances. Quand j'en faisais la remarque à Simon en lui disant que c'était parce que j'étais là qu'ils se tenaient bien, il m'a tout de suite détrompé. Le fait qu'il soit en couple avec Morgan suffisait à ses besoins autres que sexuels qui eux étaient couverts par mes clients et que c'était la même chose pour les autres. C'était pas secret que Jona s'était trouvé avec François et que Benoit se faisait régulièrement Clem et inversement. Ils connaissaient tous le Nicolaï de Viktor. Et ils surveillaient Maxou comme s'il était leur petit frère à tous ! Les rares fois ou ce dernier s'était laissé aller vers un mec qui ne leur revenait pas, ils avaient géré et tout s'était bien fini. Faut dire qu'il n'y a personne d'assez inconscient pour se frotter à leur groupe.
Il me dit que par contre mon petit Maxou, finissait toujours ces soirées là dans le lit des uns ou des autres. J'apprends la chose. Cela me surprend mais il m'assure qu'ils font bien attention à lui. Je le laisser aller danser. Il rejoint Morgan et c'est Clem qui me rejoint au bar. Il me confirme qu'il a une petite histoire avec Benoit et qu'ils font tous bien attention à Maxou, conscients qu'il est plus fragile qu'eux psychologiquement. Je le remercie et c'est alors qu'ils arrivent tous pour nous pousser PH et moi sur la piste. Nous prenons le rythme, surtout PH qui se lâche. Je l'observe. La danse lui manque c'est sûr ! Il s'est collé à mon tempo et j'ai cru bêtement que cela lui suffisait, même s'il passe pas mal de temps à faire des exercices à la barre. Je m'aperçois ce soir là que ses yeux brillent plus que d'habitude. Je l'attrape et le serre dans mes bras et stoppe ses mouvements pour lui rouler un patin. Cela le surprend, même s'il sait que je ne crains pas l'exhibition ! Je lui glisse à l'oreille qu'il devrait reprendre des cours de danse classique. Il écarte l'idée d'un mouvement de tête. Je fixe mon regard dans ses yeux bleus, l'embrasse doucement sur ses lèvres et lui dis que je vois bien que cela lui manque trop, même s'il ne désire pas être danseur à l'opéra de Paris, son corps en a besoin !
Il me serre fort et avoue que cela lui manque un peu ! Je le traite de petit con, il avait toute latitude pour recommencer à danser. Comme si j'allais lui interdire quoi que ce soit !!
Dans la semaine qui suit, il explore les possibilités de " classiques " de la région. Il rencontre les professeurs, et cherche celui avec qui le feeling passe. Il revient un soir, enthousiasmé par sa rencontre. Il me décrit le cours et son professeur, 35 ans, issu de la formation de l'opéra de Paris. Je fais mon jaloux. PH me serre dans ses bras et me dit qu'il a passé l'âge de tomber amoureux de son prof. Il me dit qu'il l'a d'ailleurs invité pour l'apéritif samedi prochain, comme ça je pourrais me faire une idée du mec. En attendant, il est tout content de se remettre à la danse. Il revient le vendredi soir de sa première séance ravi à plusieurs titres. Premièrement il n'est pas trop rouillé et deuxièmement il a impressionné son prof par le niveau de la démonstration qu'il lui a faite. Les heures passées à la barre d'exercices n'ont pas été inutiles. Comme il ne s'est pas changé, il m'excite un maximum dans ses collants. Je l'attrape et lui roule une pelle. J'ai le plaisir de voir sa bite gonfler et déformer le tissu ! Je le balance sur mon épaule et descend d'un étage pour le pousser sous la douche tout habillé. Bagarre et je me retrouve avec lui sous les jets croisés. Les vêtements trempés s'accumulent sur le carrelage et nous alternons les savonnages avec les caresses. Nous nous suçons alternativement alors que l'eau continue à couler sur nous. Après l'avoir sucer une dernière fois, je l'empêche de se remettre à genoux. Je le pousse en avant et il comprend de suite que je veux son cul. J'attrape le flacon de gel sur la tablette à coté et m'en enduit la queue alors qu'il écarte ses fesses. Je l'attrape par les hanches et me plante en lui. Nous crions ensemble notre plaisir. Son anneau bien serré m'accueille avec toute la résistance propre à augmenter nos sensations. Nous jouons à qui sera le plus fort de ma bite ou de sa rondelle. Par moment, il arrive à bloquer ma progression et alors mon élan le plaque sur le carrelage de la douche. Nous faisons l'amour comme nous l'aimons, avec une pointe de soumission / domination qui pimente nos jeux. Mon PH se cambre et il bascule la tête en arrière suffisamment pour que mes lèvres puissent se poser sur les siennes rien qu'en me penchant. Ça m'excite au point de me faire jouir. Alors que je le rempli encore, je sens des contractions anales propres à l'orgasme. Je fini de me répandre en lui alors que son sperme coule sur les carreaux.
Le lendemain soir, son professeur arrive vers les 19h. Il nous dit avoir hésité à sonner, il n'imaginait pas qu'un logement puisse exister derrière la façade industrielle en béton. Je suis qu'à moitié rassuré, le mec est non seulement beau mais intelligent ! Il fait plutôt 30ans que 35 et j'ai du mal à dissimuler mon inquiétude. PH fini par s'en apercevoir et vient s'installer entre mes cuisses et se lover entre mes bras. Alexandre ne s'en offusque pas, il avait deviné qu'il y avait plus qu'une colocation entre nous. Il nous dit que lui-même est en couple avec un homme. PH s'excuse de n'avoir pas su et de ne pas lui avoir dit de venir avec. Je tranche et demande à notre invité si son mec est libre à ce moment là et comme sa réponse est positive, je lui dis de l'appeler et de lui dire de nous rejoindre. Comme il hésite PH lui dit que ce n'est pas nous qui allions l'outer auprès de ses autres élèves ! Il finit par l'appeler et lui explique comment venir au Blockhaus. Il nous rejoint un quart d'heure plus tard. Nous sommes surpris par sa jeunesse et sa beauté quand il sort du monte-charge. Il doit avoir tout juste 18 ans ! PH comprend la réticence d'Alexandre, son petit copain est aussi un de ses élèves.
Je vois dans ses yeux que leur couple lui rappelle sa propre expérience. D'ailleurs il ne peut s'empêcher de demander à Alexandre si les parents de Kamal sont au courant de leur relation. Si Alexandre est surpris par la sécheresse de la question, il comprend aussitôt que PH lui explique son histoire. Il le rassure, sa mère est au courant et accepte la situation.
Ce nuage passé, je déshabille le dernier venu du regard. Un peu moins grand que nous et plus fin musculairement, il arbore une bonne tête, les cheveux noirs très courts, ses lèvres sont pulpeuses et ses yeux bleus pleins de curiosité. Si je me souviens bien, son nom veut dire perfection, beauté ! Sa mère ne s'était pas trompée lorsqu'elle a choisi son prénom.
A son tour, Alexandre nous demande comment nous vivons. En quelques phrases, je résume notre situation. Kamal ouvre de grands yeux au fur et à mesure de la description de notre façon de vivre. Le courant passe bien entre nous quatre et les retenues de départ s'estompent. Du coup je leur demande s'ils ont quelque chose de prévu après auquel cas ils pourraient rester diner avec nous. Ils acceptent, ça nous fait plaisir !
L'arrivée de Samir et Ammed nous oblige à quelques explications de plus. Kamal est complètement éberlué par la situation. Quand ils sont sortis du monte-charge comme d'habitude en shorty cuir, il s'est étouffé avec son toast !
Nous continuons à parler ensemble alors qu'ils préparent le diner. Je déduis de nos échangent qu'ils sont ensemble depuis déjà plus d'un an. Alexandre admire nos oeuvres d'art alors que Kamal est plutôt attiré par les tableaux vivants de nos amis. Alors que PH et Alexandre discutent danse et se disputent rapport à un obscure danseur, Je m'approche de Kamal et lui demande si son prof de danse est aussi son premier mec. Il me confirme mon intuition alors que son regard reste fixé sur les " déjeuner sur l'herbe " en photomontages.
Je sens que les images l'excitent. Il se tourne vers moi, les joues rouges et me demande depuis combien de temps je suis homo. J'ai le temps de lui dire 5 ans que Samir vient nous convier à passer à table.
Pendant le diner nos convives se décoincent et les échanges deviennent plus intimes. Kamal en arrive à reprocher à Alexandre leur relation exclusive alors qu'il s'aperçoit à notre contact que le monde est plus vaste que ce qu'il imaginait.
Alexandre se défend d'avoir voulu le brider, il pensait que leur relation le satisfaisait. Nous sommes gênés, PH et moi ! J'ai pas vu le moment où ça a dérapé ! Avant que la situation empire, je prends Kamal à part. Même à l'autre bout du salon, je le sens tendu. Je cris à PH et Alexandre que nous descendons d'un étage.
Arrivé dans une chambre d'amis, je l'oblige à s'assoir et à se calmer. Il commence à vouloir me raconter leur histoire. Je le stoppe et l'oblige à réfléchir pour savoir si c'est vraiment ce qu'il veut que je sache tout d'eux deux.
Il reste silencieux un bon moment et avoue que finalement, c'est pas ce qu'il veut !
Il semble tout fragile et tombe dans mes bras secoué de sanglots. Je le laisse s'épancher sur mon épaule. Quand je sens que ses sanglots s'espacent, je l'écarte de moi et, à bout de bras je m'aperçois qu'il est sacrément mignon et que je me mets à bander. Lui aussi le voit et avant que je n'ai pu l'en empêcher, il tombe à mes genoux en arrachant mon pantalon et il me suce direct. Je le repousse mais il revient à la charge ! Après tout c'est lui qui le veut et sa gorge me masse aussi bien que celle de PH. Pendant qu'il me suce, je lui dis que s'il va jusqu'au bout nous devront le dire à nos partenaires respectifs. Il me fait signe qu'il a compris et continu quand même. Je le repousse au moment où je jouis et lui en fous plein le visage. Il se branle et jute sur le sol.
Un brin de toilette plus tard, nous remontons. Maintenant que l'excitation est tombée, Kamal est tout penaud ! Il tombe dans les bras d'Alexandre et lui déballe tout dans le désordre. Il commence par lui demander pardon et comme l'autre ne comprend pas pourquoi il lui dit qu'il vient de me sucer.
PH m'engueule en me disant que c'était pas la meilleure chose à faire. Je lui réponds que si justement et que ça a évité qu'il aille faire des conneries avec n'importe qui.
De l'autre coté, Alexandre demande à Kamal si c'est ce qu'il veut de faire d'autres expériences. Comme j'entends qu'il répond positivement, je regarde PH dans les yeux et leur propose de rester avec nous cette nuit. Il hoche la tête et me dit que je suis incorrigible. Je prends ça pour un accord et secoue tout le monde, imposant ma décision. Alexandre me regarde et après un coup d'oeil à son petit mec qui semble ravi, accepte.
Cela fait, l'atmosphère se détend et nous finissons de diner.
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